All for Leyna... man's intertial mass

I like to write here sometimes, still. My reasons are twofold: 1) expose the hilarious looking underbelly of society with all of its bloody sores, damp warts and pulsating veins, and 2) divulge secret information snippets into the ether of the electronic universe, never to be read by anyone. #2 is important because it's just like writing in a special diary; two technological steps above handwriting, with Doogie Howser's static typing and saving onto 5.25" floppy disks being the in-between. My writing here will end up just like his eventually. I will hire a scribe. Anyway, the process is cathartic (And honestly, I can read what I typed much better than I can read what I wrote with my shaky and pathetic hands). I can write about the high and dark spaces with the bright stainless steel rails practically weeping for their wishes to shine, guarding me (and you) from a fall to the bottom. No doubt you float in a parabolic pattern, back and forth, like a feather, to end up in the high school gym locker room with 6 or 7 people who have become familiar strangers. Steam rises from the urinal and you feel the blue tiled bathroom walls vibrate with high frequency. You escape after a cold and embarrassing shower only to find yourself more lost then ever in the your final destitute labyrinth. Coincidence or euphemism? You decide.

So, the blogging process can lead you into some dark corners of uninhibited thought freedom, far away from Whispering Jimmy's Hollow, where you work, feed, and troll the information waves to learn the exact science of living. You breathe there, you fight there, you rank yourself there. But, alas, you can run to the freedom of a different universe, if only for a moment.

Today I write about Leyna, obviously referenced through the song containing the same name by Billy Joel himself. It will also be what we name our daughter. It only makes sense because a) the name is a good one b) the song is a hit for me and c) the song itself contains a high level of keyboard strength with lyrics that suggest I will do it all for Leyna. Perhaps the lyrics don't really apply in actuality because it's about having a one-night stand with somebody named Leyna after which said individual (and singer) becomes an obsessed stalker... and angry sounding stalker. However, I think maybe Joel's intention was to highlight the ultimate power of women - not necessarily just sexually, and the ultimate failure of man's self-esteem, both of which have haunted him for his whole life. So, in response, he decided to write a modern feminist war song of sorts. As such, it should be noted that my daughter, in the event of any one night stands, will walk away with self-pride and dignity, leading some guy to that sickening third rail shock.

 That being said, Leyna Jane will be born very shortly if all things go well, and I am truly excited to see her.

In other Billy Joel references, I also just watched the video of "We Didn't Start the Fire," which makes me hope that I don't stand by idly and without participation as history comes and goes. Is that always "the way of the dad?" Seems like in pop culture it is so. Enough now. End.